Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Yesterday was a bad day.
Nobody died but my spirit tried
to join the buried.

I was harried, hurried, & stressed.
I couldn't see I was blessed.

I wanted to throw up my hands,
abandon my dreams, head for the
mountains & streams,
become like Thoreau,
escape the madness.

Life ain't easy when you're
oppressed by sadness.

Today will be a better day.
Today will be good or at least fair.
I will spare myself the worry and strife,
get on with life, claim the date
and make a name for it.

And if that doesn't come to be,
I'll continue blaming me
and suffer another bad one.
By the time it's over, all said and done,
I'll analyze it once again.

Some days I can't wait to be finished.
Some days I can't wait to begin.

every minute's a new day
exhausted and beat
i smell the chamomile, smile a mellow high
then slink off to revel in body melt

a new day feels like a good idea
wait a minute, i'll meet ya at midnight

midnight there
dinner time here
minds in tune
fingers in swoon
jammin sticky.....thick
delicioso
miyamoto learned his
lesson in samurai 1
the trilogy goes on.....and on
the fat man cut my hair
i told him, "cut it like yers."
he said it wasn't white enuff
yet down deeper it's as
old as han shan's mountain abode.......

a hair falls from my head
pure bottle neck white as snow curl
that's mine, i realize.

a hair falls from my head
black as soot, curled like a girl's
that was mine, i realize

here hair, gone where
i moult out of childhood
and hone the child within

Good day to you, sir.
Good day to you, ma'am.
Hope it isn't too hairied.
Curl up with a good book.
Go baldly into that good night.
Cut it up, comb it out!
Don't be frayed!
Have a good day!

some parts of most days
i act out my impassioned lust for life
that mainly revolves around
love
and
laughter
and
making this world a place
where everyone is free to both love and laugh
with whomever they choose...
you know?
in those moments in my days
when i lose the lust,
it is because i've lost sight
of such a world being possible.
i lose hope
and
i feel crushed.
it's happening more often lately.
perhaps like d,
it's just a matter of me waiting out winter
and hanging on 'til spring.
i'll try.